C415 Interlude

Qi Xiaoyan laid her down on the sofa, covered her with a thin blanket, and found a cushion for her.

Seeing how busy he was, Zhao Yilin couldn't help but say, "Don't bother looking for me, I don't want to lie down."

She sat up, her hands awkwardly placed on either side of her body.

Qi Xiaoyan did not insist. He sat down beside her and poured tea into a teacup on the tea table